Warm, warm and soft, thoughts slow and sticky like molasses, her exposed sweat soaked skin tickled by the chill of air conditioning and undercutting it all that soft, gentle, insistent buzzing teasing between her thighs, too far to truly pleasure to far too close to ignore. She squirmed in her seat, her drug addled mind beyond coherent thought while her body sought to bring the teasing buzzing sensation closer but even as she struggled and strained the knotted ropes held the source of her release just out of reach but oh so tantalisingly close. She groaned in frustration as she weakly battled the soft ropes that bound her securely in her seat, still unable to process what or where she was, her eyes lazily wandered through the pitch black room, her head unable to move left or right and feeling strangely heavy, she tried to think back but her attempts were thwarted as the vibrations between her thighs intensified, she rolled her hips trying to bring the source of her teasing closer but the ropes held fast instead she thrashed and bucked and growled in frustration.
The drugs flowing through her body kept her brain in a kind of foggy sedation, she couldn't focus her thoughts on anything past the pleasant tickling heat across her skin and maddening buzzing against her moist lower lips, the scent of sweat, arousal and the hot leather of the seat she was bound to filled her senses, the vivid mix of scents triggering hazy memories of her sexual conquests, the feel of soft skin of a bubble butt slapping against her crotch as the strap she wore worked its way into whatever screaming puddle of hot flesh and arousal she had chosen to ride that night. Except even as the memory, hazy though it was pushed its way to the front of her awareness, the scene began to change, subtly at first, she felt her perspective falling forwards, the comforting warmth of the leather strap replaced by and altogether different and far more pleasurable sensation of penetration, she fell yet further forward, the slick hard leather member became warm, soft and flesh like as she reached out in the memory, steadying herself on the plush bed against the thrusting length that rhythmically glided in and out of her soaked cunt.
She groaned as a buried part of the dominant woman Sophia had been tried to resist the alteration of her memories, but the sleeping pills lowered her resistance to low frequency subliminal programming that flowed freely into her mind through the headset she wore, she fought to steady her thoughts as even within the memory Sophia struggled to buck her hips against the strong force fucking her needy cunt, this version of Sophia bit her upper lip, trying desperately to hold back the urgent, needy begging that threatened to spill from her lips, her hands clenched into fists even as her nails bit into the palms of her hands, she almost felt she would be able to hold out till she felt the hand strike her over sensitive ass, she screamed as her body rocked as if struck by lightning, her world melted and her vision turned white as she collapsed face first into the bedsheets even as the merciless pounding continued well past her mind ability to retain consciousness.
In the dark cinema room Sophia bucked and thrashed as the first orgasm hit her, her scream of release momentarily drowning out the incessant buzzing of the vibrator that continued teasing her overstimulated body before sinking once more, her body slumping back into the seat like a puppet with the strings cut as a mixture of drug induced exhaustion and post orgasm bliss swallowed her mind in a deep sleep even as the headset continued to assault her defenceless mind, twisting her ideas, her desires and her thoughts into something much more suited to her new role in the Cavendish house. As she dozed fitfully through the auditory assault yet more of her mind twisted and buckled, her subconscious mind spun wildly, desperate to latch onto anything whether it be memory or dream. It seemed to settle on a mixture of both...
"That's right Mrs Cavendish, just watch my pretty crystal glow and feel your mind begin to slow" a ghost of a frown touched the mature features of the buxom blonde bitch sat before her, her so called employer and "Mistress of the house" the thought brought a predatory smile to Sophia's ruby red lips, this bitch had no idea what it was to be a mistress, but Sophia would teach her so many things. First and foremost she would teach the rich little bitch humiliation second, how to please a woman and then finally she would teach the true pleasure of servitude.
The crystal pendant swung freely a few inches from her victims face, its mesmerising glow blending with her soft honeyed words dragging her victim into a fast deepening trance "Good girl, Mrs Cavendish, now listen to the words I say, and realise you must obey" the frown began to soften as her eyes began to glaze over, helplessly following the crystal pendant slowly swaying left to right and back again, drawing her complete and undivided focus, that deep shining blue crystal, Sophia felt her own gaze drawn inexorably to the glowing crystal, her breathing slowed as a numb sensation crept up her arm even as she tried to stop the crystal from swaying its lazy hypnotic arc, the dazzling shifting blue glow slowly began to shift, the room began to melt away as the shining blue light began to spiral around and around in an endless expanding spiral that held Sophia gaze completely, she could hear her voice distantly echoing through the sedated void of her mind, word's repeating over and over as the swirling spiral of light claimed her vision and mind entirely
