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There had been a time not that long ago, hannah remembered, when books were her food and this room would have been like heaven to her.
But those days were gone now. After she first met Master on a blind date, she found her attention span diminishing. Reading books no longer had quite as much luster as applying sparkly nail polish, or shaving her pussy, which she found to be far more noble pursuits for a newly kept woman such as herself.
hannah looked at Master’s books scanning the titles, many of them she’d remembered reading at one time or another. But one book in particular stood out. She picked it out, examining the spine.
How to Brainwash Women
It looked strangely familiar, and yet she was absolutely sure that she had never laid eyes on it before. No, she had definitely never seen this book in her life. The very idea of a book on brainwashing seemed laughable to her. Everyone knew that brainwashing didn’t exist, and if it did, it would be probably illegal, but also incredibly fucking hot.
Opening it up, hannah noted that whilst it was in good condition, it had been well-read. There were pencil notes in the margins next to some sections.
“Works great on Suzanne!” was one. hannah thought for a moment. she vaguely recalled Master having a girlfriend called Suzanne. Apparently they both decided that it wasn’t working at almost the exact same time she realised she really wanted to become a harem girl. And so she moved to Saudi Arabia to live with a rich sheikh whom Master had kindly put her into contact with.
“Repeat 10x with Hannah. Sploosh!” was another. hannah pondered it. A strange memory flashed before her eyes of one of her early dates with Master.
They were in her old apartment and she had been trying to break it off with Him, but He explained that it was a much better idea to suck His dick whilst He read to her. And so she knelt down and sucked hungrily on His cock as her hand went to work on her pussy.
He spoke for what seemed like hours, and when He finished, her jaw was sore, but she felt much better about her situation. Indeed, she had decided that it’d be much better to simply quit her studies and move in with Him, celebrating by asking Him to take her anal cherry.
It felt odd, knowing that she had forgotten something, but still remembering bits and pieces around the periphery.
Absently, she realised she was stroking her pussy as she read and re-read the marked section. Something about it seemed so… Interesting, and she couldn’t seem to absorb it, no matter how many times she tried.
her pussy throbbed as she rubbed her clit until she felt a wonderful pulsing in her head and cunt as she came on her hand.
With a deep sigh she suddenly became acutely aware of her surroundings. Why had she come in here? What was she holding a book for? She knew she couldn’t read. Hearing a giggle from one of her fellow slaves, hannah place the book back on the shelf and skipped out to join the fun.
Author notes: I like the idea of a brainwashed slave finding a book that is a key to her former life. Whether it’s a diary, or a spell tome, or a silly pickup book like this. Either way, I’d like to pursue it further along with my current VR fetish.
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There had been a time not that long ago, hannah remembered, when books were her food and this room would have been like heaven to her.
But those days were gone now. After she first met Master on a blind date, she found her attention span diminishing. Reading books no longer had quite as much luster as applying sparkly nail polish, or shaving her pussy, which she found to be far more noble pursuits for a newly kept woman such as herself.
hannah looked at Master’s books scanning the titles, many of them she’d remembered reading at one time or another. But one book in particular stood out. She picked it out, examining the spine.
It looked strangely familiar, and yet she was absolutely sure that she had never laid eyes on it before. No, she had definitely never seen this book in her life. The very idea of a book on brainwashing seemed laughable to her. Everyone knew that brainwashing didn’t exist, and if it did, it would be probably illegal, but also incredibly fucking hot.
Opening it up, hannah noted that whilst it was in good condition, it had been well-read. There were pencil notes in the margins next to some sections.
“Works great on Suzanne!” was one. hannah thought for a moment. she vaguely recalled Master having a girlfriend called Suzanne. Apparently they both decided that it wasn’t working at almost the exact same time she realised she really wanted to become a harem girl. And so she moved to Saudi Arabia to live with a rich sheikh whom Master had kindly put her into contact with.
“Repeat 10x with Hannah. Sploosh!” was another. hannah pondered it. A strange memory flashed before her eyes of one of her early dates with Master.
They were in her old apartment and she had been trying to break it off with Him, but He explained that it was a much better idea to suck His dick whilst He read to her. And so she knelt down and sucked hungrily on His cock as her hand went to work on her pussy.
He spoke for what seemed like hours, and when He finished, her jaw was sore, but she felt much better about her situation. Indeed, she had decided that it’d be much better to simply quit her studies and move in with Him, celebrating by asking Him to take her anal cherry.
It felt odd, knowing that she had forgotten something, but still remembering bits and pieces around the periphery.
Absently, she realised she was stroking her pussy as she read and re-read the marked section. Something about it seemed so… Interesting, and she couldn’t seem to absorb it, no matter how many times she tried.
her pussy throbbed as she rubbed her clit until she felt a wonderful pulsing in her head and cunt as she came on her hand.
With a deep sigh she suddenly became acutely aware of her surroundings. Why had she come in here? What was she holding a book for? She knew she couldn’t read. Hearing a giggle from one of her fellow slaves, hannah place the book back on the shelf and skipped out to join the fun.
Author notes: I like the idea of a brainwashed slave finding a book that is a key to her former life. Whether it’s a diary, or a spell tome, or a silly pickup book like this. Either way, I’d like to pursue it further along with my current VR fetish.