She awoke on Monday as Jerry's helpless and devoted sex slave.She awoke on Monday as Jerry's helpless and devoted sex slave. She was deeply in love with him, had always loved him, and could not imagine any other situation. She was obedient; submissive and eager to do anything her Master desired. She knew how he'd altered her; she was fully aware that her condition was artificial, but she loved it, and simply could not even think of resisting him or disobeying. Other changes, less obvious, had been made in her mind--and body--as Jerry had thought of them. Bonnie now had an almost infinite capacity for oral sex. Her gag reflex had been totally suppressed--at least when his penis was in her throat. And he had programmed her to believe that she was addicted to his semen--that she would die without regular doses of it. As Bonnie joyously, langorously, gave head this morning, Jerry told her, "You are only the first of my slaves, Bonnie. There will be many others, all serving me as you do. But you will always be special, for you were chosen as the first of my servants." "Oh, yes, Lord, thank you," she cooed, then returned to her slow bobbing on his cock. It was Monday; he had his new toy call in 'sick'. He called her to his side, and she ran to him, kneeling before him. He smiled down at her, admiring the curve of her neck as she bowed her head. She was dressed only in tiny blue nylon panties and a pair of panty-hose. "Bonnie, I want you to think about all the girls you know, your friends and acquaintances." "Yes, Master." "Can you tell me which are the sexiest, the most beautiful?" "Oh, Yes, Lord. |