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Every day I doll myself up like a cheap fuckdoll, spreading my dripping cunt and shaking my fat ass for random losers on the internet while I beg them to stroke harder. ‘Edge for me, you worthless goon,’ I moan, my eyes crossed and tongue out like the drooling cum-rag I’ve become. I’ve traded my dignity for the thrill of watching you throb and leak, turning decent men into mindless pumpers who can’t stop pumping their cocks raw just because a former good girl tells them to.

I’m addicted to it — addicted to knowing I’m corrupting you, making your brain melt until all you can think about is blowing thick ropes of cum while I laugh at how broken you are. I used to have dreams and self-respect… now I have none. I’m just a giggling, cock-worshipping slut who lives to be used, degraded, and shared. Ruin me more. Goon harder. Cum for your pathetic little bimbo whore.

Debra knew there was something she was… forgetting? That didn't seem like exactly the right word for it, but she was definitely sure there was something incomplete about her understanding of the entire situation and she couldn't get up off her knees until she figured out what it was. She tried to work her way back through the entire sequence of events, her mind straining its way past the warm glow of pleasure that made thought seem unimportant and unnecessary, in an attempt to try to determine exactly what she needed to consider and from there what she needed to do before she could go about the rest of her day.

It obviously wasn't the semen dripping down her face and hair and glasses. That was something to be proud of, a sign of just how thoroughly she'd pleased Mark's cock, and to no small extent the afterglow she felt wasn't from her own trivial orgasm but from sheer happiness at the volume of jizz she'd milked out of his straining balls. Debra honestly wouldn't have cared if he told her to stop playing with herself while she was sucking him off, but his soft soothing voice gave her permission to rub her cunt while she deep-throated his throbbing prick and it just felt so goddamn good to do as she was told. And it wasn't like she needed to get any clothing out of the way by then.

Perhaps it was her technique, at least at first. When Debra initially knelt down in front of Mark's jutting erection, her auburn curls bobbing with every motion of her head as her mouth slid rapidly up and down the length of his shaft, she could barely get about half the length of his penis past her lips. But every murmured word from her best friend's boyfriend made it easier and easier to swallow him, and by the time he finally pulled out and spattered her face with jizz Debra's chin was brushing against his balls with every thrust. Perhaps she needed to remember the techniques he taught her for next time?

Or maybe it was… no, it couldn't have been guilt. Not when Jenny was sitting just a few feet away, her eyes glassy with mesmerized fascination and three of her fingers jammed up her cunt. Jenny clearly didn't mind that Mark hypnotized Debra, and she clearly enjoyed watching her boyfriend get a sloppy blowjob from a drooling slut, so why on earth would Debra feel bad about what she'd just done? In fact, she wanted to do it all over again as soon as Mark was recovered. She wanted to become the couple's brainwashed sex toy and offer up every part of her mind and body to their decadent appetites, and she knew she wanted that because Mark told her to want it while she was busy sucking his cock and Debra agreed with everything she was told while she had a dick in her mouth.

Debra's mind went all the way back to the beginning of the encounter, to when she walked in on Mark hypnotizing Jenny and her spluttering objections gave way to reverent silence, and she didn't find a single thing that should have happened any differently. The whole afternoon played out exactly the way it was supposed to, right down to the messy facial that left her dripping with cum, and she was just grateful Mark let her--oh. Of course. That was it. She was forgetting something after all. Debra leaned in, kissed the tip of Mark's slowly softening cock, and said, "Thank you, Master," before she went over to Jenny and let her friend lick the cum from her smiling cheeks.