Annalynne

“Hi there, I’m Annalynne, how are you enjoying your stay here?”

Bret looked up from his phone and stared up at a pair of large tanned tits on a lithe, tanned body. This young woman, who had to be ten years younger than he was, was wearing a turquoise bikini top, a semi-transparent wrap around her waist, large black designer sunglasses, and had long, curly, platinum blonde hair that went down past her shoulders.

“So far so good,” she looked like she belonged out by the pool, she looked like she belonged in a wet dream. “Are you, do you work here?”

Annalynne’s bright white smile was on full display, “In a way, I live here when I’m in town. I’m a masseuse, and a yoga teacher, and I do some life coaching, but I just came over to say hi because this is the off season and I just happened to be here for some rest and relaxation of my own.”

Bret had planned on being out here in the off-season specifically because it was the off-season, but he had no problem talking to a woman like this. He couldn’t tell if she looked more like a social media influencer or a porn star, and who knows, maybe she was both.

“I was just thinking,” she brushed her hand on a bikini strap and took a quick look around the pool. They were the only people out there, no lifeguard, no one else at all. “You look like you want to relax, but you’re playing with your phone, and I know something about relaxing so I thought I’d come over here and help you. I was just going to work on my tan and maybe take a few laps, but I think helping you is more important.”

She smiled down at him, and he couldn’t see her eyes behind her large, black, sunglasses.

“Put your phone down,” her voice was strong and direct, and bubbly and warm, “and take a deep breath in. Breathe in with me now.”

She lifted her hand up as she breathed in, and Bret watched her tits rise as she inhaled, “and exhale.”

She dropped her hand down as she breathed out, and the sudden motion made her tits jiggle. “Now take a second and scan your body from head to toe. You’ll start to notice how one breath is already making you feel sooooooo much more relaxed…”

She set her purse down by his chair, stood right in front of him, and put her hands on her hips, “…and now, just focus on me. Let your focus shift from your body as you breathe in, to me as you breathe out.”

She lifted both hands now, “Just breathe into yourself, 1, 2, 3, “ and as her arms raised her tits rose with her breath, and “breathe out to me as you exhale, 3, 2, 1.”

The force of both her hands dropping as she counted down to 1 made her tits bounce even more. And as Bret found himself captivated by the buxom younger woman telling him what to do, he did shift his focus out to her.

“See, you’re so much more relaxed with two deep breaths aren’t you?” Her voice was so sweet and so sticky now, it sounded like a big pink glob of bubblegum and it was sticking to his brain the more she spoke in an even softer, more powerfully direct tone. “And on this next big deep breath you’re going to be so relaxed you’re going to want to just close your eyes for a minute and…”

She stopped herself mid thought and started to raise her hands up again, “Breathing in and focusing on yourself… 1, 2, 3.”

The sudden shift was accompanied by more of a jiggle as she more exuberantly lifted her arms up and took a more exaggerated deep breath.

“And focusing on me now… focused on me and , breathe out 3, 2, 1,” her hands dropped hard and fast, “sleep.”

Bret watched her arms drop and her tits jiggle, and his eyes closed as she said sleep. 

“Just leave your eyes closed, just leave your eyes closed and relax, and listen. Listen and relax, you’re so sleepy. You’re so very sleepy, too sleepy and tired to open your eyes, too sleepy and tired to speak, just warm, and relaxed and happy. You didn’t realize how much you needed this, but now that you’re feeling it, it’s just what you’ve always wanted, it’s just what you’ve always needed, and I’m giving it to you because this is my job. This is what I do and all it took was three deep breaths to really relax and open up. And the best part is, this amazing little nap is so restorative that when I snap my fingers, you’re going to wake up feeling great and wonderful, and open and focused because I’m very good at what I do, and you’re going to want to talk to me and be totally honest with me in 1, 2, 3.”

Bret’s eyes opened as Annalynne snapped her fingers, and the sticky pink bubblegum sound of her voice and her words clung to his brain.

“You look super relaxed, and you look super happy. How do you feel?”

Bret felt weird, and he wanted to ask this woman if she had just hypnotized him, but when she asked him a question he realized it was easier to repeat what she’d said than to say anything else, “I feel relaxed and happy.”

It just felt natural, as natural as staring at her rising and falling breasts.

She stood over him and leaned forward, “And you like my boobs don’t you?”

Bret felt reinvigorated, like he’d just had a power nap, and this question, this question she asked as she pushed her big tits in her tiny bikini top together left him speechless. It felt easy to say yes, it felt like he wanted to say he did like her big boobs, but the moment was too surreal.

He tried to look up from her tits to her face, but her sunglasses were still on, and she was teasing at revealing a big nipple. He could see their outline under the thin turquoise fabric, but there was something about a naked breast and an exposed nipple that was different than seeing the shape of it.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to stress you out,” her voice was so soft, it was so wonderful soft and sticky and sweet and she pushed her tits together as she spoke, massaging the masses of tanned skin in her hands, making sure not to let her nipples pop out. “Just look at my boobs and relax. You remember how to breathe and relax, to breathe into yourself and see how you feel, then breathe out and focus on these. Go on, you feel so good when you do it.”

Her lips were parted and there was a slight roll to her hips as it looked to Bret’s foggy, suddenly heavy again eyes, that she was getting into touching herself. The sudden, intense sexuality and the strange trance she’d already put him into… Bret understood that she’d walked him into some kind of hypnotic trick… made it all the more surreal and overwhelming.

And in the hazy warmth of the day, and the sticky sweetness of her voice, and the soft massive sight of her huge tits, Bret couldn’t find a way to deny her instructions. He didn’t know why she was doing this, and he didn’t know why he didn’t want to resist whatever she was doing. He just felt so pacified by her breasts and her voice, and so tranquil as he kept just passively following her instructions.

There was nothing to disagree with despite the fact he didn’t know what he was agreeing to.

“Mmmmm, yeah, that feels so much better, and so much more relaxing. Remember, one deep breath makes you feel so relaxed, and two…” she put her hands under her tits and lifted them, “makes you feel even better. So just breathe in and focus on how relaxed and aroused my big tits make you with 1, 2, 3…”

Bret took a deep breath and felt his jaw loosen and his lips part. His eyes were getting heavy, so heavy like those tits, and he was pretty turned on by those smothering soft boobs, boobs that were just gently easing him back down into the warm sleepy world from just a few moments ago.

“And now just focus on my perfect tits and how they just make everything else disappear as you breathe out with 3, 2, 1.”

She let her tits drop and jiggle and his eyelids were getting so heavy as a confusing, smothering wave of arousal washed over him and made his mind go blank for a second… almost blank… blank except for the sight and thought of two huge tits swallowing up his vision and his world.

“Oooooh, you do like that, and you like how relaxed and horny my big boobies are making you feel. But when I asked you if you liked them you didn’t say anything, and that’s okay, you’re still just a little too tense, so you can just focus on how my big, sexy boobs make you feel as you breathe in, remembering how easy it was to just relax and go to sleep after your third breath last time, 1, 2, 3.”

She lifted and pushed her tits up and together as she counted up, “And just see how good it feel to only see my big boobs as you focus only on my big boobs with 3, 2, 1…” she let them drop and jiggle, “sleep.”

Bret’s eyes closed again.

“You’re so much more relaxed now, plus my boobs are making you so horny that it’s just draining all your tension and all your concerns down out of your head and in between your legs. It’s just getting you so much more relaxed right now since you’re just getting hornier for my big boobs. And you’re so relaxed that you want to really just sleep nice and deep, like my deep cleavage, but the longer your eyes are closed, the more you start missing my warm tanned skin and my pretty smile, and of course my big, sexy boobs. So if you listen to me very carefully and let my voice get stronger as your inner voice gets quieter and softer, I’ll tell you how you can feel even more relaxed and happy, and ALSO get to go back to staring at my boobs, okay?”

Bret could feel his eyelids wanting to flicker open, and wanting to stay shut, and his cock was getting harder and harder in his swim trunks. He couldn’t make up his mind and his own inner voice was getting so soft and quiet, like it was cocooned in the sound of her sticky sweet pink bubblegum voice. Bret didn’t know if he wanted to make a decision to open or close his eyes, but she had given him a way out, “Okay.”

“All you have to do is open your eyes, and stare at my boobs, and let the sound of my voice make you feel more and more relaxed with every word I speak. Let there just be more of me inside your mind and less of you inside your thoughts. And when you do that, you can just get nice and relaxed, so much more relaxed by getting more horny. Just keep listening to me, and let the sound of my voice just sort of wash away your own thoughts okay? That sounds sooooo nice doesn’t it, so just show me that’s what you want by opening your eyes and staring at my boobs some more.”

Bret felt his eyes open, and as he stared at those lovely, heavy breasts his mind felt distant, like it was floating away on some ethereal breeze. He gasped as she played with her tits and he felt his cock jump.

“You’re so much more relaxed now, your mind’s so much more relaxed between my boobs and it feels so good to just let my words become your thoughts now. And you like that, because you like my boobs don’t you?”

Unlike the last time she asked him, he answered automatically, disconnected from any filter or any kind of conscious or intellectual grounding, “I love your boobs.”

Annalynne laughed and rolled them in her hands, “Well they love you too. They love how relaxed and open and cooperative you are, and I’d love to show you more of them, but we can’t do that out here can we?”

“Nu…” his foggy mind, all tangled up in her soft, pink, sticky bubblegum words took a long time realizing that she was right, “no, we can’t.”

“But is there somewhere we could go? Somewhere private where we could be alone? Somewhere private where I could really professionally continue to help you relax?” Her fingers caressed the fabric over her nipples, and while there wasn’t a lot left to the imagination, the implication of what it would feel like to see more of her breasts was overwhelming.

The problem was, she asked him a question and his brain was so sticky and cocooned in her voice that he was having a hard, very hard as he kept staring at her breasts, time forming the answer.

“If only…” she started to tease revealing a nipple, “there was some place…” she stopped and switched to the other breast to do the same thing, “we could…”

she squeezed her tits together, “go.”

Annalynne knew just how disoriented and slow his mind was, and she paced her words and her teasing to give him time to catch up, 

“We can go to my room.” His voice didn’t even sound like him, but he knew this was what he wanted.

“Are you inviting me to your room Bret? You want me and my boobs to go back to your room with you?” She squeezed her tits as she asked, “You sound like you’re sure, are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” It was easy to answer because he didn’t have to think for himself, she’d told him up front that he was, and he was too relaxed and horny to think something contrary.

“Well then,” she leaned down so her tits were directly in his face and touched his arm, “lead the way.”

Bret Stood up, and Annalynne laughed because his massive erection was very visible. Bret also, through his surreal fog and growing mental distance, realized that walking back into the hotel and to his room would mean passing by other people and he froze.

Something felt very strange and very wrong in that moment. The distance between his mind and his body was compressing, he felt like he was in a dream that he was starting to wake up from, but then she took his hand in hers, and said “3, 2, 1, sleep” and tugged on his hand.

Bret felt himself collapsing back down onto the chair, “Oh you’re still so sleepy, and you need to just feel how it feels to miss my boobs when your eyes are closed. And you miss them so much already, and you need to take me to your room, and you’re so hard, and so relaxed that you can’t figure out how to get from here to there, it’s too hard, and you’re too relaxed. So listen, just hold this towel in front of your lap while we go back to your room, and if you tell me what number it is, I’ll let you open your eyes and look at my boobs again while I lead the way, okay? Open your eyes and stand up when it’s okay.”

Things were spinning out of control, and Bret felt himself losing what little control he’d regained. He felt his erection starting to subside, and he felt his thoughts rushing back into his brain. He felt Annalynne throw his towel onto his lap and it startled him enough to make his eyes open.

When he did, he saw one bare breast cupped in her hands, one big, beautiful boob with one large perfect nipple that made everything else disappear just like her nipple disappeared as she covered back up. But, it had already made the blood rush out of his head and back towards his cock again.

“Remember, 1, 2, 3, breathing me in, and 3, 2, 1 breathing yourself out, feeling your eyes staying open as you just relax more and feel so good and horny as the tension drains back down into that hard cock, while my big boobs make you feel so relaxed. That’s right, and a second deep breath, 1, 2, 3 focusing on how good my boobs make you feel, and 3, 2, 1 focused on how beautiful my boobs are makes you even more relaxed. And you know a third deep breath makes everything else go away with 1, 2, 3, and keep your eyes open, and stand up tell me what your room number is with 3, 2, 1.”

As he breathed in it brought him to his feet, and as he exhaled, he answered her question. Then, as he held the thick folded towel in front of his groin, covering his pronounced erection, she led him by the hand through the lobby and back to his room.

He followed her in silence and didn’t think about how she was holding his phone in her other hand. When the got to the door she smiled, “Lead the way.”

He unlocked the door with his key card and walked in first, and as he heard the door close behind the tanned, busty blonde, Bret turned around to stare at her tits again.

This time they were naked, and her skimpy turquoise top was in the same hand as his cell phone. “Look at my boobs Bret. You love my boobs, they’re so big, and they’re so relaxing, because they make you so horny. When you get horny for me and my bob boobs you get so relaxed that nothing else matters. You get so relaxed and so passive for me that you’ll do anything I want you to do, just because my boobs make you sooooooo horny, too horny and too relaxed to think at all. Isn’t that right Bret? Isn’t that happening right now Bret?” I mean, you forgot your phone by the pool because of my big boobs, so you probably need to me to hold on to it while you look at them don’t you?”

He stood there, staring at her breasts as they gently rose and fell with her breath, and she patiently waited for his response. As the second passed, and he continued to follow her chest rising and falling, he felt the distance between his body and mind growing even stronger than before. The ethereal breeze that blew his thoughts from his mind was stronger, and it fluttered through him with the rising and falling motion of her irresistible tits.

“Don’t you think that’s a good idea Bret?” She walked closer to him as she spoke, and he didn’t realize he hadn’t answered her question.

Finally an “Uh huh” escaped his lips, and as it did, she pushed him backwards onto the bed.

“And aren’t these shorts too tight? And since you’re not at the pool it would just be silly to wear them wouldn’t it?”

She put her purse down by the side of the bed and tucked his phone into the wrap around her waist as she spoke. She didn’t wait for his response before she started pulling down his shorts.

Bret’s next “Uh huh” came as he propped himself up on his elbows to stare at Annalynne’s breasts as she leaned in between his spread legs.

“Now, since my boobs make you so relaxed and horny, and being horny makes you so relaxed, wouldn’t it feel so good to just feel my boobs make your cock nice and horny as it relaxes too? Wouldn’t it feel so good to have my boobs just relax all that pent up horny tension in your cock and balls now?”

Bret just nodded.

“I need you to say it out loud, I need you to agree that you want my boobs to drain all your tension away and relax your cock so it’s nice and floppy and soft like you brain. This is my job, I need you to agree and tell me that this is what you want, isn’t it Bret?”

“I…” her tits were so close, so close to swallowing him up, “I do.”

Annalynne wrapped her tits around his cock and pushed then together, slowly fucking him.

“Now just look at my boobs, look at the way they make your cock disappear in warm, soft relaxation. Look at the way they make everything you’ve drained down into your cock, all you tension and all your thoughts just disappear. Now just breathe in and focus on how my boobs make your cock so horny with 1,2, 3, and breathe out now as you focus on how relaxed you feel between my boobs with 3, 2, 1.”

A wave of pleasure washed through him, and he felt himself getting harder, and closer to cumming. “Good, and remember how relaxing a deep breath is, and as you do the same thing again with a second deep breath, 1, 2, 3, just feel how it’s always twice as strong a second time with 3, 2, 1, and relax now. Just relax now, relax between my boobs, and sink deeper into the horny pleasure and peaceful relaxation that’s swallowing you up.”

He was so close to exploding, and he was so far away from himself in every way, and he just watched as she silently pushed her breasts up and down on his cock while he sank deeper into those feelings.

“I’m so forgetful, I forgot I have your phone because you just can’t be trusted with it right now. But since I have your phone, and you’ll need me to have it, shouldn’t you unlock it for me now? Wouldn’t that just make sense?”

Annalynne didn’t wait, she handed him the phone and when he took it, she went back to using both hands on her tits.

“Now,” she leaned in and almost kissed the head of his cock, and he almost saw her eyes over her sunglasses that were still on, “turn off the fingerprint verification and set the pass code to all zeroes, take as long as you need and just do it now, okay.”

Bret felt his cock pulling his hips up and he wanted to thrust into her, but she slowed down her pace and he found himself watching the methodical rub of her tits up and down on his cock as she quietly, softly whispered “do it now” over and over again with her sticky sweet bubblegum voice.

He finished tinkering with his settings and put the phone down, and as he did, she started to pick up her pace, “Good, now just focus inward as you take a nice deep breath, 1, 2, 3, and now just focused on my boobs as you breathe out with 3, 2, 1, and….”

She was working him faster and he was so close, everything was so close, he could feel himself starting to climax, he could feel the tension that was all drained down between his legs bubbling up and…

”Sleep.”

Bret’s eyes closed and his body went limp, except for his cock that was having the smallest of ruined orgasms. “That’s right, the third time is always so powerful, and it’s always so easy to really relax. But, you cock hasn’t finished relaxing all the way. You just can’t stay awake after that third deep breath though. You just have to sleep, just like those times before. You have to just sleep, and sleeping makes you more relaxed, and that makes you more horny, and the more horny you are, the more tension is drained out of your head, making you more relaxed and more horny. So now, as you just sleep between my big, soft boobs, you’re even harder and more aroused than before.”

That little flash of near climax and that little flush of the promise of pleasure, combined with the heavy sleepy warmth that swallowed his mind when she told him to sleep was pushing his consciousness even further away from his body. He felt an undeniable need to cum, but he couldn’t. All he could do was lie there with his eyes closed and his body still while his rock hard cock throbbed between her big fake tits. Bret had never been tit fucked by fake ones before, and it was one more element of stimulation that was overwhelming him.

“You’re feeling so relaxed and aroused, and you know that the harder I make you between my big soft boobs, the more relaxed and empty of all tension your mind becomes. And it’s important that you open your eyes again, open your eyes and just watch me make your cock even harder as I relax deeper and deeper parts of your mind, because these soft boobies make your cock just as relaxed as the rest od you.”

Bret’s eyes opened and he watched Annnalynne make his cock disappear again. “I told you it’s my job do help people relax, and I’m making you relax right now, so I’m doing a good job doing my job aren’t I Bret? I know you think I am, I know how relaxed you are because I feel how big and hard and full of tension your cock is, so I know it’s working for you, and you know I’m doing my job so well right now. I was doing my job so well that you invited me to your room so I could do more work, but I don’t work for free, and neither do you. I don’t work for free at all, and you need to pay me for my services so far don’t you?”

Everything she said made perfect sense, and the pressure in his balls, the throb of his dick between her tits, and the surreal, overwhelming nature of what was happing were too much for Bret. Every word stuck to his brain like bubblegum, like it had since they were outside, and he… he…

“I’ll take care of everything,” she slid forward and pushed her chest into his lap so her tits were pressed into his hips, “just hand me your phone and ask me to take care of everything.”

He did what he was told, “Thank you Bret, now let’s see…”

She slid up and down just enough to keep the friction going, and started to cycle through his phone. He couldn’t see what she was doing, and he couldn’t look away from her tits anyway. “You’re happy to pay my rate for your current level of relaxation aren’t you?”

She pressed a few buttons while he floated in desperate need for release and couldn’t find a way to answer. Her voice was so soft and sticky, her words had trapped his brain in a pretty pink bubble, and he knew he was speaking her will with his voice. He wanted to just saw what she said, but she didn’t give him the chance.

“Of course you are, because you just did it. It doesn’t matter how much I cost, you know it’s fair. You know whatever I cost is what I deserve, and that’s what you want to give me. You want to give me what I’m worth because nothing feels this good, so there’s no price too high is there?”

She put the phone back in the wrap around her waist and started to more vigorously work his cock. “I want you to think about how happy you are now, think about how good you feel paying me to be here, paying me to make you feel this way, giving me cash to take away all of your cares and just make you so relaxed… so horny and hard, and so relaxed. You wouldn’t be feeling this way without hiring me, and you’re realizing that giving me money makes you feel so relaxed and aroused. Giving me money makes you feel so horny that your whole mind just drains all of its tension. When you pay me, you just forget all about all of your problems and you get to sink down between my big, soft boobs, and you get to just breathe in nice and deep, 1, 2, 3, focusing on how good you feel…”

She blew on the tip of his cock and as he shuddered from the sensation she wrapped him back up in her cleavage, “and focus on my big boobs and how good it feels to give them money. That’s right, 3, 2, 1 breathe out for my big boobs, and focus on how relaxed you are. Feel how you’re so much more relaxed now, more relaxed and your cock just gets even harder.”

Bret felt his eyelids getting heavier again, and felt himself sinking more fully into his cock and down between her breasts. He was about to cross a threshold, and the little part of himself that was still there knew it.

“And I want you to focus on how good it feels now, all because you hired me, all because you paid me. Focus inward, focus on how that feels as you breathe in with 1, 2, 3, and now focus on how much better you would feel if your cock could just relax between my boobs, breathing out with 3, 2, 1 and feeling how much more powerfully relaxing that second deep breath always is.”

He was slumped down into himself and she was up on top of him, between his legs, slowly massaging his cock, pushed her hands together in a steady, rolling motion that drew his eyes, and drained their endurance, hypnotizing him more with the gentle, pleasurable and predictable, truly enthralling motion.

“I’m going to give you your phone so you can keep paying me for my services, since you’re getting more relaxed and hard, so I should be compensated for my continued work. That makes sense, and I’ve made it easy. Just open your phone, don’t worry about the name or the number of the amount, and press the confirm button, I loaded it up for you last time, just to make it easy.”

Annalynne handed him his phone and Bret moved robotically to do what he was told. Then handed the phone back to her without any prompting.

“That’s such a relief isn’t it, knowing that I’m going to really deeply and completely relax you now. It takes all your worries away, in fact, it’s like paying me to take care of you is better than the individual moments we’re sharing, Paying me to do all of it, all the work, is better than feeling the arousal, by itself, or the relaxation by itself. And I bet, as good as a nice, deep, release for your cock would feel, as good as it will feel to cum, at least when we get there, it still won’t feel as good as knowing you’ve hired me to make you feel this way. You might even say that cash is better than cum, like, if you think about it that way.”

Finally, Annalynne reached up and removed her sunglass, “Look into my eyes Bret, look deep into my eyes now, okay.”

He was aching from head to toe now. 

His balls were swollen to bursting and his cock was dripping as the slow, pleasurable waves of the continuity of the last few minutes had been rewritten by the sudden, overwhelming pleasure of paying Annalynne. He stared into her light green eyes, framed by her long blonde curls, and watched every word she spoke form on her lips.

“I want you to be happy and relaxed, keep looking deep into my eyes and tell me that what makes you really happy and relaxed is paying me. Tell me the truth, tell me that cash is better than cum. I know you’re paying me digitally, but that just makes it more true. You know that giving me money is better than an orgasm, because paying feels even better than the sum of the parts of my work. Paying me lets you feel this way, giving me money, giving Annalyne cash is better than cumming, because cash is better than cum. I need you to say it now Bret, say it to my pretty eyes, and my big boobs you love so much. Cash is better than cum.”

“Cash,” he was leaking from his tip, he was dribbling precum on her amazing fake tits, “is better than cum.” 

“Focus on feeling how good you feel right now and say it again, focus on how good you feel as you say it again, then breathe in with 1, 2, 3… now focus on how good it feels as your cock finally gets to relax and sleep and release now. Focus on how much better it feels to pay me than it feels to have your cock just go to sleep, deep sleep and relax with 3, 2, cum and say it, say cash is better than cum, and 1, sleep. Cum. Sleep. Cum.”

She squeezed him tight as he shot the biggest load of his life, and as he kept pumping in between her tits he couldn’t stop saying “Cash is better than cum” over and over again until he was empty.

Annalynne slid up next to him and picked up his phone again. “I know that feels very relaxing, but it will feel much more relaxing when you settle up for that part of the service. You need to pay me for that, and you really want to, because paying me right now is going to feel so much better than what you just felt, because…”

She unlocked his phone and set up a payment while he replied, “cash is better than cum.”

He said it again after she handed it back to him to make him be the one to hit send, and as he did, his back arched and his cock twitched and he let out a howl. His spent body couldn’t process the fact that Annalynne had convinced him that sending her money felt even better than the orgasm he just had, which had been the best orgasm of his life.

She left him there on the bed and went into the bathroom with her bag. She wiped the cum off her tits, pulled out her phone and made a call. Her Mistress’s voice on the other end was warm, and heavy and dark, just the sound of her saying hello made Annalynne feel like she was floating in a dream.

The woman spoke softly and gently, smoothly pushing words and thoughts into Annalynne’s mind, and slowly the blonde girl removed her wrap and started to finger herself under her bikini bottom.

Annalynne stared at herself in the mirror, gently moaning, watching her glassy eyes stare back at her, watching her lips part, repeating four words over and over again, “Wet pussy, weak mind.”

She heard the voice, the voice of darkness, the all consuming oblivion song that was empty and black as a starless night, and Annalynne kept fingering herself. She didn’t realize her own mantra had changed, ‘Annalynne is a finger puppet, Annalynne isn’t real. Annalynne is a finger puppet, Annalynne isn’t real.”

Empty, passive, obedient eyes stared into the mirror and didn’t recognize the new, big, fake tits on the lithe, athletic body they were attached to. Those were Annalynne’s tits, and Annalynne wasn’t real. None of this was real, it was just what a fake puppet was doing. Just what a finger puppet was doing.

The voice on the phone whispered a question out of the depths of night, “May I speak to Janet?”

Annalynne looked into her own empty eyes, “I don’t know who that is, I’m Annalynne, this is my phone.”

She came as hard as Bret did when the soft, dreamy woman’s voice said “Good girl” before hanging up.

Annalynne took a shower, and then walked out, wet and naked, and started the edging process for Bret all over again. She only existed to brainwash him, and to establish such complete control over him that when it was time for Mistress to need a scapegoat, he would gladly take the fall, and have a series of financial records that would incriminate himself.

She didn’t care though, her only pleasure was obedience, and her only purpose was doing what she had been made to do. Annalynne was a finger puppet, a sex doll, a brain washing machine, and she would be all those things, because that’s what Mistress had made her into.