"Ah!" Ryan cautioned, the single syllable halting Marie mid-sentence and stopping her train of thought dead on its tracks. He took her by her chestnut ponytail and growled, "Mirror," and she felt something go warm and liquid between her thighs with a rush of arousal as simply being manhandled like this gave her a visceral, tangible sense of deep and potent submission. She couldn't even remember what she'd said to trigger this particular lesson--perhaps it was a word that was a bit too long and smart-sounding, or a tone in her voice that sounded just a little too independent--but already she could feel whatever it was fading into simpering obedience.
He walked Marie over to the mirror in their bedroom, leaving the span of the bed between her and her reflection, and simply yanked open her dress to reveal her bare tits and smooth, perfectly waxed pussy. Marie wasn't allowed to wear anything with buttons or zippers anymore, only snaps, and just the act of watching her clothes get peeled away as easily and effortlessly as if Ryan was shucking a banana made her labia slicken with wet, desperate arousal. There were times and places where Marie was allowed to be intelligent and independent, but their home definitely wasn't one of them. "Does this look like a smart girl to you?" Ryan snarled, and Marie had to admit it didn't.
But not immediately out loud, which was apparently what her owner was looking for, and he pushed her forward onto the bed and positioned her on her hands and knees with her fingers curled around the edge of the mattress. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you, slut," he snapped, his voice firm and commanding but never quite going so far as to be harsh. "I asked if this looks like a smart girl to you?" He reached in to play with her pussy with one hand while the other undid his fly, and Marie watched her own face go slack and vapid with unrestrained pleasure. She could vaguely, distantly remember a time when degradation didn't instantly make her horny, but that was only because she didn't know she had the option to be treated like this and once she did there was really no turning back.
She managed to whimper, "N-no, Master, that's not a smart--girl!" and she was kind of amazed she even got the final word out, because Ryan pushed his cock between her plump pink pussy lips before she could even finish her sentence and if Marie thought she looked stupid getting fingered it was nothing compared to how she looked when she was being fucked. Her eyes kept crossing and uncrossing, her mouth hung upon in an expression of vacuous lust, and although she couldn't actually see what she looked like when her eyelids began fluttering she'd seen herself on video enough to imagine it. Ryan liked to film her lessons, just to show her exactly what she looked like when the hypnosis turned her into a dumb, rutting beast, and Marie had to admit it was a very effective teaching tool.
Or at least, that's what she admitted when she had all her brains in her head and they were laughing together over how easily she succumbed to his conditioning and how horny it made her. Right now what Marie was admitting was, "She's a dumb girl, Master, she's a dumb girl, Master," over and over again until her mind turned to mush, and it was more than enough to keep her cunt clenching around Ryan's shaft in one desperate, overwhelming orgasm after another.
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