Perhaps she’d made a mistake, it had started out a just a bit of harmless fun, but now… well, things were getting a little to weird.

After all, what harm was there in watching a silly spiral on his computer and “faking” being in a trance? It was even kinda fun, at least at first.

He’d “put her under” and then take her to the bed and let her lay there immobile while he caressed her body, kissed her breasts, licked her clit. He’d been very attentive to her and she came almost as soon as he entered her.

But it wasn’t long before he started having her do other things before he took her to bed. Dressing her up in skimpy outfits, eventually moving on to latex and corsets.

Though, even so, she had to admit that it was fun. It wasn’t until he started leaving her longer and longer in the trace, before the bedroom, that she started to have her doubts.

Today she’d been strutting around the house for hours in her best latex outfit, which of course felt amazing, but that wasn’t the point. She had needs too and he wasn’t paying any attention to her.

She decided to confront him and was about to take a step when she felt the vibrator stuffed deep in her pussy start to buzz. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her lips parted and she let out a gasp, as an orgasm crested.

When she recovered her eyes were still unfocused, but her mind was clear. She walked forward and went directly to the bed room where he was waiting.

“Master, how may your latex dolly please you?”

He smiled and waved at the bed, “Oral… positon three.”

Without hesitation she climbed on the bed and positioned herself so her head bent over the end of it, then she parted her lips and waited.

It wasn’t long before his dick was slipping in and out of her mouth, saliva running down her face ruining her makeup, pooling in the folds of her latex head cover. When she felt his cum explode into her mouth, her orgasm did the same.

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