Heyo. This is part 2 so if you want to know the plot read part 1. It might still be hot if you don't, but it won't be as good.
Also this story explores mind control, behavioural training and consent is dubious at best. You've been warned.
Thanks
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Elizabeth was tired. She was tired a lot lately. Becoming a better person was exhausting. She had no idea meditation could make you tired, but it had. She was lucky to have such capable people looking after her. The staff here were so helpful, and so pretty, other than that strange goth girl with all the piercings and tattoos. Elizabeth didn't trust people like that and the idea that she was a therapist was frankly laughable. Still, she had to concede that the sessions had been fairly helpful. She'd helped Elizabeth understand how stressed she was, and how important her family was. She'd always felt like a bad mother and now she was realising why. She was a bad mother, she had always been. She'd neglected her children when she should have been raising them like a woman should. It'd been strange seeing a woman who was too modern if anything espousing old values like that, but it made a lot of sense as she talked about it. She asked questions, then there was a little hypnotherapy and then she left to enjoy her day. She exercised, swam, meditated, spent time with the other guests, who all seemed a little intimidated by her but that was natural. She intimidated people, that was the price of being an impressive person.
It was Mason she enjoyed most. The tattoos and piercings she found so strange on Annette were somehow dangerous and appealing on him. Not only that but getting away from her husband and into this new place seemed to be lighting up her libido like never before. She was aroused all day every day, thought about sex in a way she hadn't since she was a teenager. More, since she had none of the denial of teenage shame. She never thought she'd be an affair woman, much less the type to hire a professional but his 'alleviation' treatments were divine. She found herself thinking about him more and more.
She even found herself thinking about her husband in that way. Maybe it was true what they said, maybe absence really did make the heart grow fonder.
Annette relaxed and laid back as one of the mind broken toys licked between Elizabeth's legs, the lawyer wearing a VR helmet over her head. They'd ditched the restraints a while back, though she still kept one of the big guys waiting outside the room in case she made a break for it. On the helmet she was experiencing pictures of her husband, hearing prerecorded sounds of his voice, watching happy memories of them together. She needed her to associate the pleasure she was feeling with the man she apparently 'loved'.
Annette herself was laying back with a vibrator on her clit, watching the toy do his work and Elizabeth writhe in pleasure. She wasn't trying to get off herself, that'd come later when the toy was done with Elizabeth. He was one of her favourites, a masterpiece of everything she and Mason put into practice who now only wanted to please. She'd adjusted his workout, his diet, every aspect of his lifestyle to her liking. There wasn't a person in there anymore.
"Hurry up," she scolded, it was pointless, the toy was already licking at a calculated perfect tempo for her. She was only saying it because was frustrated and wanted her turn. Stupid professionalism. As she watched Elizabeth's pleasure rose further and further, she started to moan, her husband's name slipping from her lips as she built toward her climax.
She felt a flutter of excitement between her legs. There was nothing sexier to her than when a long-term project was working, when she could see their individualism start to fade. As their hopes, dreams, the things they planned were slowly but surely taken from them. She kept whispering her husband's name as she came and Annette laughed.
