CJ kissed her Master and laid her head on the pillow, mostly content. Although she’d lost the bet, a day hypnotically made her boyfriend’s slave had been surprisingly fun. There were things he’d done, suggestions he’d made, that she intended to bring up again for further use, once she was able to sit down with him as his equal again.
There were, of course, other things, where she’d tolerated obeying the command because he had, after all, won. In future, though, they would be ruled out. Still, while they’d be a hard limit now she’d experienced them, she told herself that having had the experience had been worth going along with it.
The next morning, CJ opened her eyes early and slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to wake her Master.
She hurried downstairs to make him coffee. He’d want a cup after his wake-up blowjob.
CJ was so glad Master had primed her the night before; it would mean he did actually get the full day of her as his hypnotised slavegirl he’d won in their bet. She wanted to give him the best experience possible. After all, he deserved one day feeling like a winner.