By Pan and Buster
'Oh my god,' Alexis thought as she awake with a start. 'What have I done?'
She managed to refrain from leaning over and pressing "play" on the small tape recorder she'd taken with her the previous night. When she'd gotten home, she'd been so turned on that she'd been unable to resist the temptation of turning the tape on, listening to the sound of her own submission, and getting herself off at the memories...
Her attempt to confront Joe had gone as badly as a confrontation could possibly go. She hadn't mentioned anything—she hadn't brought up her knowledge of his plans, or the fact that he was going to pay, or...well, she hadn't really said anything.
Instead, at his command, she'd stripped, fellated him, and then brought herself to three shuddering orgasms while he watched, his evil leer never leaving his face.
He hadn't taken her last night. He hadn't needed to—before he'd even played the thick, throbbing music, he'd made it clear that he owned her. Alexis's body belonged to him, and somehow, the fact that he hadn't fucked her just served to prove it even more.
And so after her third whimpering cum, he'd told her to get dressed and leave. Something about the brusque way he'd kicked her out, further proving that he owned her and could do whatever he wanted to her... it had been almost impossible to resist playing with herself on the way back, and when she finally got home, she'd morphed the suit into pi's, blown past her confused housemate, laid down on the bed, and fingered herself to the knowledge that she was nothing but a submissive little plaything now.
Then she'd listened to the recording; she listened to herself get programmed and used, and gotten herself off again. But now, her head was more clear. This couldn't go on, Alexis knew. She had to take control back.
She had to take Joe out. Before he took complete control of her...
'Complete control.' ...why did that sound so appealing?
With a huge amount of effort, Alexis removed her hand from the vicinity of her wet pussy, and blushed as she realized that she'd been in such a hurry to get off the previous night that she hadn't closed the door. Keri could have walked past at any moment, seen her naked, legs splayed, furiously masturbating...
'Now why does THAT turn me on?' Alexis thought with a start. 'Does Joe's programming include lesbian tendencies?'
As the thought of being brainwashed into a bisexual slut caused her pussy to ache with need, and images of herself being forced to seduce Keri, play subliminal music, and turn her into a slave as well flashed through Alex's head, she considered slapping herself... but was worried that she would enjoy even that.
'I've got to focus,' she told herself. 'I've got to come up with a plan—a better plan that last night.'
'But first, maybe just one quick orgasm...'
Joe thought he'd be over the moon. The object of his own fantasies had been moulded into his perfect little slave. Well, perhaps not completely. There was plenty more he could do to her mind to tweak her to his liking, but not like Beth Cummings. Ah Beth. She was a frustrating toy, sometimes, but she was his first true slave. He liked the thought.