Zane thought he was ready for just about anything Tasha had to tell him. When she walked into the bedroom, he was braced for nearly anything she had to say, from calm and measured discussion to screaming obscenities at him to simply pulling out her suitcases and packing her stuff, never to return. The only thing he really didn't expect was for her to peel off all her clothing, get down on her hands and knees, and say to him, "This worthless slut understands now, Master. My purpose is to be your fucktoy. My body belongs to Men. My tits are there to be stared at. My cunt is there to be used. Please take me now, Master."
Zane had absolutely no idea how to respond to that. He'd fantasized about hearing it for over a year now, ever since he and Tasha had moved in together, but there was a huge gulf between his late night stroke sessions while she was at work and actually seeing her right here, in their bedroom, her long dark hair spilling in waves over her shoulders to hang almost to the floor, her brown eyes cast down in submissive awe, her pendulous tits dangling and swaying with every quivering breath...Zane's cock tented his jeans with almost painful haste. His voice dried up in his throat.
The silence stretched for almost a minute before Tasha said, a touch of uncertainty in her voice, "Is something wrong, Master? Don't you want to play with my body? Do my breasts not please you?" She gave her ass a tiny wiggle, just enough to set her curves into motion. "Please, Master. Your fucktoy longs to be used." She stretched out into a kowtowing position, pressing her face and tits into the carpet. "You're in control, Master. You own me. Completely."
"I..." Zane's clothes felt uncomfortably tight, but taking them off seemed like it would be conceding a point of some sort. "That wasn't what you said a couple of days ago," he finished. Which was glossing over exactly what Tasha did say when she sat down at his computer to work on a research project while her laptop was in the shop and instead found his very extensive collection of bimbification and patriarchy and alpha-male porn. He tried to explain it to her, but it turned out that honesty was very much not the best policy when it came to talking about exactly what you found so hot about a woman being hypnotized and brainwashed into a mindless sex toy with no purpose in life beyond pleasing men.
Especially not to a Woman's Studies post-grad.
But now she was crouching on the floor like a bitch in heat, her hips high in the air, presenting her cunt and her asshole for his pleasure. "That was before, umm...I found myself curious, Master," she said, her voice thick with arousal. "I wondered what you saw in those brainless, submissive bimbos that you didn't see in me. So I began to explore some of the links you had once I got my computer back." Zane hadn't seen any of that, but then again he'd been so grateful that she took the futon in the spare room instead of kicking him out that he hadn't wanted to press the issue. He figured she'd stop with the silent treatment sooner or later.
Not exactly like this, though. "And I read so much, Master, about brainwashing and hypnosis and all the things I thought were just fantasies. I found...images, Master, hypnotic looping spirals with words in them that explained to me what my true place was. I read about all the ways that my body would betray me, how my..." She was panting, gently grinding herself on the soft carpet and rubbing her nipples against its fibers. "How my tits were so hypnotic, popping my thoughts every time I looked at them and lost myself in their soft, round, smooth expanse."
Zane watched his girlfriend--his Planned Parenthood-supporting, Slutwalk-marching girlfriend--with a kind of fixation. He simply couldn't look away, not when she had somehow become the walking embodiment of all his fantasies come to life. He'd daydreamed about something like this, anonymously slipping her a link to one of his favorite patriarchy blogs and seeing her gradually tumble down the rabbit hole of bimbification and male supremacy until the various gifs and sound files remade her into a submissive slut...but he never really thought it was possible. Real people didn't get brainwashed by Tumblr posts or FetLife blogs. Did they?
"And I listened to...oh, fuck, Master, I listened to some of the sound files. The ones that taught me that real women didn't need feminism, not when they could serve a strong, powerful Man and offer their holes to his Cock." Tasha squeezed her thighs together as she spoke, filling the air with the thick and heady scent of her sex. "And now I just want to be a good slave, a mindless and obedient fucktoy, a submissive bimbo slut for your pleasure. Don't you want that, Master? Don't you need that?"
"I, um..." Zane still couldn't shake the lingering feeling that this was some sort of weird rhetorical trap, and as soon as he got naked she was going to spring to her feet and shout, 'A-HA!' But his cock was way too hard not to at least give it a try. She was right there, she was on her hands and knees writing and squirming and begging him to fuck her, and hell, wasn't that supposed to be affirmative consent right there? "If you're sure," he said, shucking his clothing with unseemly haste before darting across the room to get behind her.
"Oh, Master, yes," Tasha whimpered, as Zane's hands gripped the soft, rounded curves of her ass. "Please, show me how strong your cock is, how powerful and dominant and controlling it is. Oh, God, I can feel it pulsing and throbbing, such overwhelming waves of arousal and desire." It was purely suggestion--he hadn't even touched her with his dick yet--but the way she described it in her husky, moaning voice made him twitch like she was giving him a handjob.
Tasha wriggled her body like she was barely restraining herself from grinding on his dick. He'd never seen her so turned on, and now that he had a good view of her pussy, he could see that she wasn't faking--she was so wet he could actually see little dribbles of arousal trickling from her slit. "The power of your cock is so much stronger than thought. Fucking feels so much better than thinking. Please, Master, please play with your slut's heavy tits and fuck me until I can't think any more."
