She’d been waiting so long for this opportunity… all she had to do was remember how to send an e-mail.
That was harder than it seemed, she’d been under their brainwashing regiment for so long now that she wasn’t even sure of her own name any more.
Oh, sure, names like Slut, Tits, Whore, FuckToy, or Slave, she could remember those well enough, but she knew they weren’t her real name, just names she responded to… instantly, willingly, and obediently.
She took the… mouse? Yes… it was a mouse, she was sure of it, in hand and squealed at the sight of the… pointer? Cursor? Yes, one of those, moving around the screen.
That was a mistake, before long her hand was moving it around in a circle, her eyes tracking it as they went glossy and her lips parted, drool forming soon afterwards.
Then, somewhere in the back of her head, she heard her own voice speaking, “FuckToy loves to watch the spiral. FuckToy wants to watch the spiral. FuckToy needs to watch the spiral.”
And then her free hand slipped between her legs and started rubbing her pussy in time with the circling pointer on screen.
Jim walked into the room with a smile on his face, the latest test of Sally’s conditioning completed with flying colours.
She was still rubbing her pussy, orgasming every few minutes, as her voice filled the room with just one of the many mantras that had been embedded into her head of the last few weeks.
He walked over beside her, unzipped his pants, the sound catching her attention and her eyes finally looking away from the screen, locking onto his stiff member.
Without saying another word, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and got to work, eagerly sucking his dick.
He smiled down at her, she’d come a long way, her oral skills were off the chart now, but there was still a ways to go.
For example, by the time he was finished with her, she wouldn’t even think to sit at the computer and try and send an e-mail.
