Paul and the girls got a lot of stares as they entered the posh restaurant. Naturally he felt the irrational fear that these strangers somehow knew about what they'd done in the car: that he had hypnotized Mary and left her at the mercy of her perverted sister. Not that he wanted any part of that. It was all Ruth's twisted idea to turn Mary into her slave. Paul had been blackmailed into it, although that didn't do much to salve his conscience considering that he'd already made Mary into his personal hypnotized slave months ago.
    Of course there was no way that anyone in the restaurant had known about all that. Instead Paul realized that he was getting so much attention from having a beautiful girl on either side of him. And identical twins, no less. Some of the men watched jealously, and Paul caught a few mutters of how lucky he was. If they had any idea that Ruth was blackmailing him into tormenting her sister, then they probably wouldn't have considered him all that lucky. Then again, maybe there were a few strangers who’d jump at the chance to change places with him to be part of Ruth’s perverted plan. 
    Ruth thrived on all of the attention, which was hardly a surprise. She grinned at every table, put an extra sway in her hips at every man who leered at them. Paul even noticed a few women checking out the sultry woman. As they walked Ruth wrapped herself around Paul's arm, standing intimately close for everyone to see. By now Paul knew to just accept it, rather than risking Ruth punishing him. He was really only concerned about Mary's usual jealousy, but she was... distracted.
    Mary's cheeks were flushed, her gait stiff and uneven as she walked. Mary glanced back at him and Ruth walking together, and instead of sneering she just let out a raspy breath and shuddered. It was an understandable reaction since Ruth had hypnotized her to constantly imagine Ruth and him fucking in her head. Along with fantasies of Mary having sex with Ruth herself. Paul was worried about how Mary would handle the perverted thoughts, and so far she had just seemed to withdraw quietly into herself. Still, if you knew Mary's signs, it was easy to see that she was incredibly horny. 
    Paul gulped, fighting his own arousal at seeing Mary being used like this. Ruth was evil for doing this to them, but still, even he had to admit watching one sister dominate another was hot.  
    When he glanced over, Ruth was grinning up at him, as if she could read his thoughts. Then again, maybe his thoughts were hardly a secret since she could see his erection growing from his pants. 
    Paul and Mary quickly settled into their tables, both grateful for the chance to be more discreet. Ruth, on the other hand, made an exaggerated act of thanking the waiter for bringing them over. For their anniversary Paul had requested the secluded table in the corner of the restaurant. There were candles, dim romantic lights, but what Paul really wanted was the chance to be away from prying ears to hypnotize Mary and have his own fun with his girlfriend. Now, though, that seclusion would work against them, since Ruth would have the freedom to keep tormenting them. Maybe the restaurant wasn't the safe haven that Paul had hoped for. 
    Paul and Mary shared an anxious, embarrassed look. Mary had no idea what Ruth was doing to them, but the hypnotic commands were clearly taking their toll on her already. Ruth waved goodbye to the waiter, but continued to stand there in her stylish green dress besides the table, as if modeling her impressive body for them. Then she made a pointed look at her chair and coughed. 
    Paul stared in disbelief. Did she really expect him to pull her chair out for her? Ruth cleared her throat again, louder, and Paul hung his head. Of course she did. If only because Paul had no choice but to do it with the blackmail she had on him. Paul started to get up from his seat, except Ruth waved him off, smiling politely.  
    "Oh, that's sweet, Paul, but I want Mary to get my chair for me." 
    Mary snapped her head up, surprised. "You expect me to-" 
    That's as far as she got, before the sight of her sister's cleavage in the low cut dress sent her off into another perverted daydream, and Mary's eyes glazed over. 
    Ruth smiled, thrusting out her chest. "Mary, be a good sister and pull my chair out for me." 
    Mary snapped out of her daydream, and for a brief second there was the righteous anger from the old Mary. That was snuffed out by the hypnotic conditioning, as Mary silently stood and pulled her sister's chair out for her, a confused look on her face. 
    "Thank you, Mary," Ruth said primly, as Mary pushed her back into the table. Mary stood there a moment longer, clearly wondering why the hell she'd done that. "Take your seat," Ruth ordered, not even looking up, and Mary obediently dropped into her chair.  
    Mary scrunched up her nose, looking to Paul for help. "Why did I just do that?" 
    "Because your a good little sister," Ruth teased, spreading her napkin down on her lap. "You want to do anything to make your sister happy, right?" 
    The words clearly hit Mary hard, as her eyes went blank again. The mantra started to spill from her lips. "I want to do anything to make my Miss-" Mary blinked, shocked at what she'd almost said. Blushing furiously, she said quietly, "... anything to make my sister happy." 
    Ruth nodded with approval. Just when Paul thought she would let Mary off the hook, Ruth instead leaned in close to her sister, putting a hand on the small of Mary's back and pressing her tits against Mary's arm. With a seductive grin, she looked her sister in the eyes. "There's a lot you want to do for me, isn't there, Mary?" 
    And Paul watched as Mary fell into another fantasy, this one no doubt stuffed with ideas of her serving Ruth, having to obey her mean sister like a slave. 
    Mary whimpered, looking down at her lap quickly as her face turned bright strawberry red. 
    "I knew this would be a fun dinner," Ruth laughed, grabbing a bread roll from the basket. "Aren't you having fun, Paul?"
    "No," Paul answered flatly, though his dick was incredibly hard from watching Ruth flirting relentlessly with her twin sister, and Mary helpless but to be turned on by it.
    Ruth frowned. "Mary, you're in a state of distress, aren't you?" 
    Mary, her nipples noticeably peeking through her dress and trembling with arousal, nodded. 
    "Then go to the bathroom and do whatever you need to so you can get relief." 
    Mary stood up instantly, her skirt bouncing with the quick movement. Then she abruptly stared down at Ruth, her mouth open. The innuendo in Ruth’s words were clear, and it was obvious to even Mary that Ruth was sending her off to masturbate in the bathroom. Mary looked like she wanted to fight the outrageous suggestion of it, but then she bit her lip and silently hurried off, giving Paul an apologetic look. As if she were sorry that he had to know she was going off to fuck herself from being too horny. 
    Paul knew that Ruth really just wanted to talk to him alone, so he settled in for whatever outrageous demands she'd make of him, and pointedly tried not to imagine Mary in the bathroom, frustrated as she got herself off to fantasies of all three of them fucking. 
    "So what do you want now?" 
    "What's with that tone?" Ruth asked, sounding hurt. "You should be more grateful for everything I've done for you." 
    "What you've done for me? All you've done is humiliate Mary and order me around all night." 
    Ruth considered what he said and shrugged, accepting it. "Fair point," She said and bit into her roll. "I guess I've been a little selfish, but this is my first time having a slave. You've had Mary under your control for months, so I don't think you can really object to me having her all night to myself." 
    Paul narrowed his eyes. If it was only for tonight then he might accept it, but considering Ruth's greedy nature, he doubted that she would let either him or Mary go that easily. 
    "Again, what do you want?" 
    "Fine, let's just get down to business then," Ruth snapped, glaring at him. Paul didn't want to risk pissing Ruth off, but he didn't want to just be toyed with all night, like a plastic mouse batted around by a feral cat. Whatever Ruth wanted from him, he'd rather just get it over with. 
    "I want you to tell me three of Mary's triggers," she finally said, holding up three fingers. "I know you've got some special commands in her brain that she’s programmed to obey." 
    "She already has to obey you," Paul replied. "Isn't that enough?" 
    "I'm going to be making good use of that, don't worry," Ruth said with a wink. "But I want to know what you use her for. What kind of kinky presets have you put into my sister's head, Paul?" 
    Paul shrank under her gaze. He did have a good number of triggers that Mary had been conditioned to obey, and he'd loved every single one. But now, having to actually tell someone about his private desires, he couldn't help but feel like a child hauled up in front of the class to read a private note. 
    He glanced up, and saw Ruth watching him, waiting, with her three fingers still held up. 
    It was bad, but she only wanted three. He could give her the most harmless ones. She'd no doubt ask for more later, but he could worry about those then. 
    "There's Forcefield, which stops Mary from being able to touch me." 
    Ruth snorted. "Seriously?" 
    "Hey, the imagery works," Paul said defensively. "Besides, it's hot seeing her wanting me so badly but being unable to touch me at all. She makes this really adorably frustrated face and starts whining that she wants-" Paul caught himself and shut his mouth. 
    "Cute," Ruth conceded. "But I feel like fucking Mary a few times before I want to make her unable to touch me, so I can shelve that one for now." 
    That made a cold sweat break over him. Paul had forgotten that when he made Mary obedient to Ruth, that also applied to all of their triggers. Which meant that each one he told Ruth was another weapon in her arsenal to humiliate Mary. 
    Ruth put down one finger, still holding up two. "Come on, two more."  She snipped her fingers together like they were scissors. 
    Paul took a large bite out of a roll, obviously stalling. Luckily, Ruth seemed to enjoy watching him squirm. Paul went through the index of triggers in his head. He had to think of something that would appease Ruth for now, but wouldn't let Mary really humiliate herself under it’s effects. Something that was mostly harmless. 
    Paul swallowed down the bread. "There's Maid Mary." 
    Ruth raised an eyebrow. 
    "When I say that one, Mary changes into a different personality. Instead of my girlfriend, she becomes my submissive maid. She'll clean and cook, and has an enormous crush on me, so she’ll happily sleep with me." Paul blushed. "She got the idea after watching one of those movies about a British lord seducing the maid." 
    Ruth grinned. "Now I can think of plenty of possibilities there." 
    Paul put on a pained face, but secretly he was grateful that Ruth had jumped on it. It was a trigger made to humiliate Mary and make her obey any command that Ruth said. Which, technically speaking, was the power that Ruth already had over her sister. All it would do was make it Mary's maid personality who would be used, while Mary wouldn't remember. Considering that Ruth would order her about like a slave anyway, this was the safest possible trigger. 
    Ruth put down her pointer finger, so that only her middle finger stuck up at him. Ruth made a show of looking flustered and switched her fingers. "Whoops, sorry." 
    She really was like some spoiled brat. How the hell had he let her get the drop on him? 
    "One more, and make it good." 
    Paul let out a sigh. This one would certainly cause trouble, but it was the only other 'safe' trigger that he could think of. As Ruth was taking a drink, Paul muttered, "There's Cockhungry Mary." 
    Ruth actually snorted on her water, nearly spitting it out. "Come again?" 
    Paul looked around, embarrassed that someone else might overhear. "Cockhungry Mary," he said again when the coast was clear. "She'll want to suck my dick. Like addicted to it. She'll want it badly enough to do most anything." 
    Ruth grinned wide. "Mhm, a magic word to make her go down on me will be amazing." 
    "Actually, I doubt it'll work on you," Paul said, some triumph in his voice. "The trigger was constructed specifically referencing my dick, after all. It wouldn't work for any other man, so I doubt it'll work for another women." 
    Ruth crossed her arms, pouting. "That doesn't count then."
    "It absolutely does count, since you forced me to say it." 
    Ruth rapped her knuckles on the table, then nodded. "Yeah, okay. I can always convince miss slutty maid to go down on me, probably." Ruth suddenly locked eyes with Paul, a hungry smirk on her face. "Now I want you to tell me about-" 
    Paul was saved as Mary appeared, looking less anxious but incredibly humiliated. She sat down, her face red, as Ruth turned her full attention on her. 
    "Feeling better, sis?" Ruth asked. Mary couldn’t help but give a quick, shameful nod. As the waitress appeared to take their orders Paul tried to give Mary a reassuring look, but Mary had her eyes firmly aimed down at her lap. She tried not to look at either Paul or Ruth, but every thirty seconds or so she would shudder, as another fantasy was forced into her head. It was clear she was getting turned on again, and seemed to be dreading the idea of running out to masturbate a second time.
    “So,” Ruth suddenly announced, planting her hands on the table. “What are we going to talk about while we wait for our food. Does anyone know any fun games?” She gave Paul a pointed look, smirking.
    He kept his arms crossed, refusing to take part in her fun.
    “What about you, sis?” Ruth nudged Mary’s shoulder. “Tell me a fun game we could play.”
    Mary didn’t look up, but was compelled to answer. In a hushed voice she said, “Tic tac toe?”
    “That’s boring,” Ruth said dismissively. She leaned in closer to her sister. “Surely there’s something more fun you want to do, right, Cockhungry Mary?”
    Mary’s head shot up as her eyes went wide. A shudder ran through her. She stared at Paul with a surprised look. Then she lowered her gaze down to the table, seeing through it to where Paul’s lap would be. She licked her lips.
    Paul was too shocked to react at first. Even this was too brazen for Ruth.
    “Mary,” he said quickly, noticing the hungry look in his girlfriend’s eyes. “Let the feeling pass and-”
    Ruth snapped her fingers and glared at him. “Zip it. Another word, and I’ll tell Cockhungry Mary about you know what.”
    He looked to Mary for help. Surely she’d recognize that her sister was blackmailing him from that. Except Mary’s eyes were glazed over now that the trigger was used a second time. She was gripping the edge of the table tightly as her need to suck his cock took over. She didn’t even seem to hear them anymore.
    “Ruth, let her go,” Paul said, but it was nothing more than a powerless threat. Ruth just laughed him off.
    “Oh come on. Just take a look at Cockhungry Mary here.” Ruth reached out and cupped Mary’s chin. She shivered at her sister’s touch, but didn’t seem to register what was happening. “She looks so hot like this. I don’t know why you don’t keep her constantly addicted to your cock, Paul.”
    At the mention of his cock, Mary trembled, a tiny moan escaping her. Paul winced. Mary looked like she was about to explode at this rate.
    Then Ruth laughed and let her sister’s face go. “Besides, you said she can’t do anything in public. It’s not like she’s really going to do it.”
    And then Paul suddenly got a flashback. The memory crisp and clear. He’d taken Mary here before, for her birthday. At this exact table, even. The seclusion let him trigger Mary and put her under plenty, but in all that fun he’d forgotten a very important detail. Namely when Cockhungry Mary was able to slip under the table to blow him.
    Before he could give a warning, the waitress passing by turned her back on them, and Mary disappeared underneath the table. She slid under so fast that Ruth barely had time to react except to laugh in shock.
    Paul blindly reached under the table to stop her, but Mary was suddenly pressed up against his lap, struggling to pull down the fly to his pants.
    “Holy shit,” Ruth exclaimed, giggling loudly. “Is she really…?”
    “Yes,” Paul grunted in frustration, still trying to push Mary’s head away without hurting her. But it was like trying to wrangle a wild animal. “Will you help?”
    Ruth took a look around the restaurant, noticing that no one was paying attention to them. Then she checked the tablecloth, which ran down practically to the floor and obscured the view completely.
    “You know what?” Ruth finally said. “Let her do it.”
    “What?” Paul had both hands on Mary’s head, pushing her back as she whimpered with need.
    “Let her suck your cock. And that’s an order.”
    Paul looked around the restaurant for help, but realized that there was no way out. With a sigh, he let go of Mary’s head and pulled his hands away. In seconds Mary was tearing at his pants, ripping open the fly and dragging out his already hard cock. It wasn’t his fault that seeing Mary so desperately horny was still hot.
    Mary seemed to just stare at his dick for a moment, almost awestruck by it. Then she took him into his mouth and Paul had to suppress a groan. Mary had always been skilled at giving him head, but now she was ravenous. Her tongue lavished his dick like it was the most delicious thing in the world and Paul had to struggle to keep his composure.
    When he opened his eyes, Ruth was leering at him with a playful smile. “So she’s really doing it?”
    “What do you think?”
    “You’re right,” she tittered. “I should see for myself.” With that she leaned down to the side and peeked under the tablecloth, and he felt Mary freeze, his cock half in her mouth. “Damn, Mary,” Ruth’s voice came from under the table. “I never knew you were such a slut.”
    “I’m not,” Mary protested weakly from Paul’s lap. “This is just… I don’t usually…” Mary didn’t seem to be able to come up with an excuse, so instead she just went back to greedily sucking his cock.
    Paul heard Ruth giggling, and he saw Mary blushing in humiliation. He reached down and smoothed her hair, hoping he could try to comfort her a little. Mary hummed happily at the touch, a content look appearing on her face. Her frantic blowjob slowed, becoming more sensual and composed at his soothing touch.
    Immediately Paul heard Ruth’s giggling stop, and a loud silence filled the space under the table.
    “Forcefield,” Ruth suddenly said, and just like that Mary’s head bounced off of his dick with a wet pop. Paul saw Mary looking around in confusion. She fought to thrust her head forward and reach his cock again, but some invisible force kept her away. Mary made a desperate whine and stretched out her tongue.
    “Please. Want.”
    “Back in your seat, Mary,” Ruth snapped. “And stay there. Your ass is glued to the seat until I let you go.”
    Mary looked up at Paul with a pout, but there was nothing he could do to save her from Ruth’s order. So she slid out of sight and a few seconds reappeared in her seat, sulking and shivering. She was licking her lips, and clearly still in the grip of her desperate need for his cock.
    “Don’t you think that’s a little mean?” Paul asked. He waited for Ruth to reappear in her chair, except she never came back into view.
    Instead, he felt a slender hand grab hold of his cock at the base while a warm mouth enveloped the head. Paul groaned in shock, glaring down to see Ruth taking him into her mouth, smirking up at him.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” Paul demanded, but Ruth shot him a cold glare, silently ordering him to shut his mouth. When he didn’t say anything else, Ruth rewarded him by running her tongue along the sensitive tip of his dick.
    Across the table, Mary suddenly went still. “She wouldn’t.” Mary started to vibrate with anger. “My sister is not sucking your cock.”
    Paul shrank back, not knowing what to say. How was he supposed to explain to Mary that he had no choice but to do whatever Ruth wanted, which apparently included blowing him? He waited for Mary’s jealous anger to take over. Instead, Mary seemed to deflate. Her face fell.
    “But… that’s my cock… It’s mine to suck…” Mary fidgeted, her chair rattling, but she couldn’t lift her butt off of the seat. Under the table Paul felt Mary laughing as she continued to suck his dick enthusiastically. Mary whined. “This… this isn’t fair.”
    “I’m sorry,” Paul said, feeling helpless. “I can’t explain, but… I can’t do anything about it.”
    Mary struggled to move, then let out a frustrated moan. “I can’t either. Paul, what’s happening to us?”
    To that, Paul didn’t have an answer. They both fell into a defeated silence, the only sound the occasional wet slurp coming from under the table as Ruth continued to suck his cock. Mary was clearly taking it hard as she buried her face in her arms. Was it her jealousy that someone else was doing this with her boyfriend? Her anger that it was her bitch of a sister doing it? Or was she just frustrated at her hypnotic need for Paul’s cock that she couldn’t sate? Maybe it was all of it hitting her at once.
    Paul tried to think of something comforting to say, but the truth was that it was getting hard for him just to stay quiet. For as terrible of a person as she was, Ruth was one hell of a cocksucker, and Paul felt himself getting close to cumming. Mary was still peeking up at him, desperation in her eyes. The trigger wouldn’t vanish until she made him cum, and Paul couldn’t imagine the torment Mary would feel if Ruth gloated that he’d cum into her mouth instead.
    Just then Mary’s phone rang. She was so tightly wound that she eeped and jumped out of her chair. For one moment Mary was half on her feet, hovering above her chair, but before she could even celebrate the mental command took over again and Mary collapsed into her seat, frozen in place again. Mary pouted as she pulled her phone out of her purse. She took one look at the screen and her expression turned angry, a growl escaping her.
    “You’re calling me now?” Mary hissed, and that’s when Paul felt Ruth’s mouth pop off of his cock. He checked under the tablecloth and sure enough Ruth was whispering into her phone, too soft for Paul to hear. As she finished talking she stuck out her tongue and ran it along his shaft, making Paul shudder.
    He couldn’t catch what Ruth had said, but he saw Mary shivering as she spoke. “You know I want it. Please.”
    There was more hushed whispers coming from Paul’s lap, while Ruth’s hand teasingly stroked his cock, keeping him hard.
    “He’s my boyfriend!” Mary said too loudly. She blushed as a few heads turned around to stare at their table. She lowered her voice, desperate not to attract any attention. “Just let me have him. I need it.”
    Under the table, Paul saw Ruth smirk as she whispered something into her phone. Immediately Mary gasped, looking horrified. Paul kept looking back and forth between the sisters, frustrated that he only had half the conversation. And also frustrated that Ruth kept licking and teasing his dick.
    After some more whispered threats, Mary stared up at Paul. She trembled nervous, then finally said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
    Ruth suddenly took Paul’s cock completely into his mouth, and he was so shocked by the sudden tight wetness that he nearly came right then. He managed to hold on, though, and Ruth slid her mouth away. She gave his dick a last, wet kiss then crawled away, finally letting him relax.
    Mary nervously peeked around the restaurant, and when the coast was clear she slid under the table, while Ruth climbed out. Before Mary disappeared she gave Paul an apologetic smile, and Paul felt terrible for putting Mary through all of this. He didn’t know what Mary had agreed to do in order to be able to suck his cock again, but he knew it couldn’t be good if Ruth had come up with it. At least she’d finally be able to get some relief once she was blowing him, and selfishly Paul was looking forward to a little relief himself.
    He sat with his cock out under the table, waiting for Mary. Across the table Ruth just grinned at him, with smeared lipstick and a self-satisfied smile.
    “What did you make her agree to?” Paul asked, deciding to risk it. If he knew her plan then there might be a way to save Mary from it.
    Ruth cocked her head. “What’s wrong, Paul? Didn’t like my blowjob? Usually guys love it.”
    Paul looked away. “Don’t change the subject.”
    She took out her purse and dug around, eventually pulling out a tube of lipstick. Ruth applied it slowly, pointedly making Paul wait. She hummed happily as she worked.
    Finally he snapped. “I don’t care what you made her promise to do. I’ll stop you.”
    Ruth puckered her lips, blowing him a kiss once her lipstick was perfect. “Oh will you, now?”
    “That’s right.”
    “You’re a little late then, sweetie. Our girl is already hard at work.” Ruth made a throaty, seductive moan and Paul’s heart sunk. He realized that his cock was still out, going limp now.
    “No,” he whispered, refusing to believe it. Anxious, Paul peeked under the table cloth to see Mary on all fours, facing away from him. Her dress had ridden up to reveal her bare ass, Mary’s thighs slick with need, while her head was buried between her sister’s thighs. “Mary?”
    She shuddered. Slowly Mary turned back to look at him, her chin wet with Ruth’s pussy. “It was the only way,” Mary muttered. Ruth’s hand came down below the table and stroked her sister’s hair.
    “Don’t sound so put out,” Ruth cooed. “Be honest, you’ve found yourself fantasizing about my cunt all night, haven’t you, sis?”
    Mary suddenly shivered, her thighs clenching. “I… I have.” Her face was burning up with shame, and as Paul watched, amazed, Mary crept a hand between her legs to start playing with herself.
    Almost as if she knew Mary was masturbating, Ruth began to pet Mary’s head to reward her, like a pet pleasing it’s owner.
    “And how’s your boyfriend’s cock?”
    Mary’s eyes glazed over, staring with need. “So hard,” she whimpered.
    Paul realized it was true. Leaning down under the table he saw that his dick, which had been limp moments before, had sprung back to life. He heard Ruth laugh above them.
    “See? I always told you that guys love twins. Your boyfriend finds it hot that you’re eating out your sister.”
    Mary licked her lips, rubbing faster. “Paul,” she whispered, “Is that true?”
    He wanted to lie, to not play into Ruth’s hands, but the hard truth of it was sticking out of his pants. “It is.”
    Mary’s hips started thrusting now, her fingers circling her clit as she began to pant. Part of the trigger was that if Paul wasn’t hard, then Mary would be ready to do anything for him to be nice and ready for her mouth. What turned him on turned her on, and right now he’d just admitted to Mary that the idea of incest with her sister got him off.
    Immediately Mary turned and dove between her sister’s legs. Paul saw her lapping eagerly at Ruth’s cunt, still fucking herself as she did it.
    “Mary, you don’t have to do this,” Paul said, knowing it would be useless to get through to her now.
    Sure enough, Mary just turned back to him and quickly said, “Yes I do. I gotta make Ruth cum so I can get your dick.” She was already turning back when Paul tried again.
    “But… you don’t want to eat Ruth’s pussy, right?”
    Mary laughed and threw him a smile, wiggling her ass. “What are you talking about? She’s delicious.” Paul immediately recognized that tone in her voice. It was Mary’s patented sexy voice, for whenever she was trying to turn Paul on. Half the time whatever she said wasn’t true, but simply something for her to say to please Paul. In that same sexy voice Mary said, “I love eating out my sister’s pussy. And I love when you watch me do it, Paul.”
    With that she went back to going down on Ruth, loudly licking and slurping at her cunt. She was doing it loud enough for Paul to hear, and the whole time she kept her ass on display for Paul as she fucked herself too.
    Paul pulled himself back up into his seat, shaken. He’d done this to Mary, gotten her stuck in a position where she was enjoying doing something she would have hated otherwise, all because she thought it turned him on. And worse, it did turn him on. Paul’s cock was painfully hard, and he had to fight the urge to jerk off at the thought of what Mary was doing under the table with her sister.
    While he sat there trying to collect himself, Ruth just rested her elbows on the table, smugly waiting for his reaction. “Well?” she asked. “Aren’t you impressed? Half an hour ago Mary was recoiling at the idea of eating me out, and now her tongue’s doing such wonderful things to my clit.”
    Paul shook his head. “She doesn’t really want to.”
    Ruth frowned. “Don’t try to patronize me. You were the one to explain that we couldn’t make Mary do anything she was truly against. Sure, eating pussy may not be her favorite thing, but with some careful manipulation I changed it from an impossibility to something she’s willing to do, with the right motivation.”
    She was right, of course. Maybe it had been a limit in the car, but between her desire to please him and Ruth getting her all riled up, Mary really had hit a point where doing something this shameful with her sister was acceptable.
    Then Ruth laughed. “And the best part is the other thing you said. Once Mary accepts doing something under hypnosis once, she’ll be ready to do it again when ordered. I can order Mary to dine out on my pussy whenever I command, now.”
    “I doubt she’ll be that eager,” Paul said, uncertain himself. 
    “Maybe it’ll still need the right conditions, but I can get her back between my legs. Plus, now that she’s open to this, getting her to fuck me won’t be any different. I’m gonna make my sister into my loving sex slave, and it’s all thanks to you.”
    Paul imagined what Ruth could accomplish, and the possibilities scared him. Still, his cock throbbed desperately. The thought of Ruth brainwashing Mary into being a slave was too hot to resist.
    “I already know what I’m gonna do next,” Ruth said excitedly, like a magician ready for her next amazing trick. “I’m going to convince Mary that we… we…” Ruth suddenly locked up, her eyes going wide. “Oh fuck, she found… mhm, the spot I love. I- I’m gonna-”
    Ruth fell back against her chair, panting as the orgasm hit her. Paul watched, surprised as Ruth went quiet. Whenever Mary came it was usually a violent, thrashing explosion of pleasure coursing through her. By contrast, Ruth seemed to collapse in on herself, shivering with delight and her mouth clamped tight. Her eyes crossed and a tiny noise escaped her lips. Seeing the shy way Ruth came was almost adorable.
    “Fuuuuck,” Ruth whispered, rocking her head back and forth as her body relaxed. “That was-”
    The waitress abruptly appeared beside the table with their food.
    “- So quick, thank you! The service here really is amazing,” Ruth said as the waitress set their food on the table. She and Paul shot a panicked look at each other, but fortunately the waitress didn’t seem to have noticed anything unusual.
    As the waitress put Mary’s plate down she glanced at the empty chair. Paul quickly said, “She had to step away for a phone call.”
    The waitress nodded, when Ruth suddenly reached over to catch her wrist lightly. With her best apologetic expression, Ruth said, “I’m really sorry to do this to you, but I’m afraid an emergency came up. We’re gonna have to take the food to go, if you can wrap it up.”
    Under the table, Paul heard a faint whimper.
    The waitress frowned, and Ruth added, “I’ll be sure to leave a generous tip for the inconvenience.” Ruth suddenly produced a credit card and handed it to the waitress, taking Paul by surprise.
    With the promise of a big tip the waitress got their food together and headed away, leaving Paul and Ruth alone as far as she knew. Hidden under the table Mary had appeared in Paul’s lap, giving small, needy licks to his cock. Once the waitress was gone, Mary spoke up.
    “But… Ruth said I could suck your cock. Why are we going?”
    “I don’t know why we’re leaving either.”
    Ruth shrugged. “I figured we pushed our luck enough. Besides, we can’t do any of the really fun stuff stuck in public like this.” She winked at Paul. When Mary whined again, Ruth peeked under the table and said, “The sooner we get out of here, the sooner you can suck on Paul’s cock to your heart’s content.”
    Mary gave Paul’s cock a long lick, then crawled away, appearing back in her seat quickly. She anxiously looked around. “Can we go? Please.”
    Ruth laughed. “Now look who’s eager.” The sisters stood and grabbed their coats. Paul rose to meet them, but quickly sat down when he realized his cock was still out. As he zipped up, he heard Ruth giggling at him. “You can sign for the bill, Paul. I’ll take Mary out to the car for some girl talk.”
    Paul certainly didn’t trust that, but he needed a minute to calm himself down, so he begrudgingly handed over the car keys.
    “Take your time,” Ruth said, only for Mary to cut him off.
    “No! Hurry. We gotta get home so I can-” Mary blushed deeply. “Just hurry as soon as you can.” She licked her lips. “Please.”
    Paul watched the twin sisters leaving the restaurant, still turning heads as they went. For his part, Paul felt like he was in shock. Ruth had just sucked his cock while Mary watched, and the cuckolding aspect of it was something Paul couldn’t help but enjoy. He loved seeing Mary teased and denied, but that expression of desperation on her face had been beautiful. And seeing Mary eating out her sister had been…
    Paul signed the check when it came and grabbed the food, hurrying out of the restaurant. He’d wanted to think of a way to stop Ruth, except he’d gotten caught up in the memory of what had happened, and fantasies of what was to come. Deep down Paul still wanted to save Mary and stop Ruth. Only now that little devil on his shoulder was talking louder. The one who wanted to let Ruth keep going, at least for a little while, just to see where this led. After all, Mary’s jealousy had always made a threesome impossible, and months of conditioning hadn’t been able to budge that. Then in one night, Ruth had gotten Mary to eat her out while Paul watched, and even got her to sit there submissively while Ruth sucked his cock.
    Maybe he could use this to convince Mary to let another girl into their bed as well. He still hated being bossed around, and felt bad for Mary being at the mercy of her cruel sister, but maybe there would be some kind of silver lining out of this.
    The thought made Paul feel ashamed, of course, to think about what he could get out of Mary’s humiliation. Still, that devil whispering on his shoulder was getting more and more persuasive. It didn’t help when he got to the car and saw Mary in the passenger seat, her eyes empty and blank while Ruth whispered into her ear.
    With his cock hard, Paul was still certain that he’d think of some way to get out of this. Which meant it wouldn’t hurt to let Ruth keep having her fun for a little longer. Right?