“That’s it, just let it go, no need to fight it.” the woman straddling Denise said as she gently ran her thumb of Denise’s lips.
Denise tried to push her off of her, but her arms were so weak, and the water so warm.
“Nnnnnno… please…” Denise whimpered pleadingly as her eyes started to roll back into her head and her body releaxed, sliding back into the water that engulfed her.
“Very good. Now I know you’re confused…” she was, “…and am wonder who I am…” she was that as well, “…so let me sort that all out for you.”
A little shiver ran through Denise as the woman’s words filled her mind.
“I am your Mistress. You are my slave. You fulfill my every want and desire and have none of your own. You belong to me, mind, body, and soul.”
Denise whimpered and then moaned as the words swirled around her mind, pushed out everything else. She wanted to block them from her ears, push them from her mind, but they refused to budge.
Then something unexpected happened, and a orgasm crashed over her, her limbs flailing at it’s intensity, sending splashes of water everywhere.
When it passed, Denise was floating in the water, warm and secure, her mind empty and still.
“Very good. Now what are you?” the woman above her asked.
“You’re slave Mistress.”
“And what do you want?”
“Nothing Mistress. I live to fulfill your every want and desire Mistress.”
Denise’s Mistress seemed satisfied with that and a smile came to Denise’s lips with that knowledge. Her Mistress stood up in the tub and then stepped out, leaving Denise floating there as she dried herself off.
* * *
Jasmine looked in the tub, the dumb blonde slut that thought she could steal her man from her floating there, a dumb smile on her lips.
The tub was filled with an old family secret concoction that the women often used to bend their husbands to their wills, but it did have other uses too.
Jasmine had considered using it on her husband, but she couldn’t blame him too much, they cute young blonde had clearly come on to him as the CEO of the company, looking to move up the later the old fashioned way.
All Jasmine had had to do was use her husbands phone to arrange an intimate get together and the cow had taken the bait.
Jasmine smiled and looked down at the blonde’s mildly impressive chest and then knelt down beside the tub, the concoction still fully in control of her mind.
“Slave I have some more to tell you. From now on you are a cow, a cow with giant udders that you want nothing more than to be milked. A cow that loves nothing more than to be on all fours, her giant udders swinging under her as she’s fucked from behind and moos. A cow who’s udders are never big enough, no matter how much larger she gets them.”
Jasmine watched Denise’s eyes flutter and then roll back into her head once more as another orgasm washed over her.
Perhaps she’d let her husband keep her after all, as a pet, at their country estate.
Jasmine stood up and got dressed, it was best to let Denise soak in the concoction for a few hours, make sure that there was nothing left in her mind but what Jasmine had put there. Then she’d drain the tub and they two of the would talk about the future.
